Son and Mum have a thing going on…

I took him to see my Ma last weekend.

We took a bus and then a train to Beaconsfield (it was a long journey but Sonny was so good the whole way.) I showed him a picture of my mum on my phone to show him who we were going to see.

Mum picked us up from the station, and Sonny clambered into the car and gave her a kiss.

We went to Beaconsfield Miniature Village. Pretty much the coolest place I have been too ever. Houses, churches, trains, little people, a fun fair, rivers, everything. Sonny walked around holding my mum’s hand. He absolutely LOVED the trains (they moved around on the tracks). He would say, ‘look! A train!’ and then flap his hands on his leg while he watched it drive along.

I tried to tell him it was lunch time, and we walked away, but he said, ‘no.’ and ran back to the village part to watch the trains again. It is unheard of for him to turn down food.

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Last year Sonny met my mum and when we said goodbye he burst into tears, and found it really hard to calm down. Mum and I had planned not to say bye so he wouldn’t get upset this time.

This plan did not work. Total failure.

We got out the car and mum drove away and Sonny could not stop crying. He was saying, ‘Mel’s mum, bye’ and then sobbing. I don’t know if he was sad because he thought I would be sad, or if he was sad because he loves seeing her. No idea. He eventually calmed down, and I thought not much more of it.

Yesterday I saw Son again. I took him to soft play (he even asked for the right bus. Genius. He said, ‘326 to soft play please’ so off we went. On the way back though He started crying and really upset again. I couldn’t work out why. Then he said, ‘I want train please’ and kept asking for it. I was very confused. I kept telling him it was home time, but that just made him cry even more. THEN HE SAID, ‘I want Mel’s mum’ and I welled up because that is SO CLEVER and also because I was a little bit jealous that he loves my mum so much. But mostly because I was proud.

The fact he remembered it, and the fact that he could tell me what he wanted and the fact that he effectively shows that he cares about someone else.

Some might say it’s a fairly minor victory in the grand scheme of things, but to me, for Sonny, it is ground breaking.

Sonny Blew a Kiss!

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Despite the weather, I wanted to take Sonny to South Bank, as there was some sort of children’s festival going on. Unfortunately, Sonny took zero interest in the festival. Literally none. There was a stage and someone doing some sort of show. Loads of kids all sitting down listening and laughing. Sonny took one look at all this organised fun and tried to drag me out. There were a few areas for children, and I took Sonny into one, where there was drawing and painting and making things. This is basically his worst nightmare, but also my idea of a dream. As soon as he saw children sitting down quietly he said, ‘no. I want this way’ and pointed to the door.

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So I was feeling kind of upset that my plan hadn’t worked. (This happens a lot, so I always have a plan B. I sometimes have to make use of plan C and plan D too. Not today though.) My plan B was not much of a plan at all, but just to cut about on South Bank and watch the street entertainment. We made friends with a woman in gold. Sonny stared at her for ages. Every time someone put money in her hat she moved. I gave him some money and he went up and she shook his hand. I ended up giving the woman about a fiver because he liked her so much. When we walked away he said ‘ok, bye’ and HE BLEW HER A KISS and I nearly nearly cried. Obvs because it was cute and I was proud but also because I was little bit jel.

We watched a band, and we went on the merry go round. We also spent a lot of time talking about boats and bridges. I say talking, I mean I spoke to him about boats and bridges. And he would nod every so often.

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Also I stole one of his crisps and he said, ‘hey! Spit it out!’ Which was MAD because I had never heard him say that.

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Sonny’s First Trip to the Cinema

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So this was a curve ball.

Sonny had never been to a cinema before, but I was feeling brave last Sunday so thought we would give it a whirl!

The Odeon were screening Shaun the Sheep on Sunday especially for those with autism. The lights aren’t fully down, the sound isn’t as loud, and there are no trailers before the film.

As soon as I opened the door to the screen we were in, he pulled me back out. I suddenly realised that I was trying to drag him into essentially what was just a massive dark room and he had literally no idea what was about to happen. As we were a bit early, the film hadn’t started. After a tug of war that lasted about 5 minutes I managed to get him into the room. We sat down at the front. There was a period of about 10 minutes that was fairly traumatic. He threw a water bottle, he was crying and kept saying ‘go home’ ‘it’s home time’. There was another child with autism with his parents in the back row, but other than that it was empty. I was trying to tell him we just needed to wait for a few more minutes but he really was NOT happy. It was so refreshing though to be somewhere that it didn’t matter if we were causing a scene. I mean we usually do cause a scene wherever we are, but I didn’t feel remotely weird about it, as the only other people present knew what was happening.

When the film came on I thought Sonny was going to jump out of his skin. Instantly the tears stopped and he had a huge smile on his face. It was the best hour and a half EVER. He was laughing and clapping and when one of the sheep was upset he signed ‘sad’ and said, ‘oh no’. He went right up to the screen at one point with his fingers in his ears and stared at it. He ran around a bit but mostly sat in his chair and LOVED IT.

This video isn’t very good quality but hopefully you get the idea!

I thought he might get frustrated that he didn’t have a remote so he couldn’t rewind certain parts (this is what he does at home) but he didn’t at all. It was absolutely fab.

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Occasionally the other child would shout a random word, and when Sonny was making noises and flapping his hands on the chair in front, myself and the mother looked at each other and smiled. There was no judgement or embarrassment or awkwardness.

It was so refreshing to be in a public space with Sonny and feel that he is utterly free to be himself, instead of having to conform in some way: to be stared at when he is flapping his hands or making noises or climbing all over me or lying on the floor.

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Two Front Teeth!

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He has two front teeth! I have known him three and a half years and he has never had front teeth and now he does! One is a bit longer than the other, but, if anyone can pull it off, Sonny can. He looks brilliant.

I took Sonny to soft play today (the classic) and had a blast.

We kept on having water breaks every 10 minutes. Soft play basically consists of me chasing Sonny pretending I am going to eat him. Oh and then when I do catch him I smell his feet. And he finds it absolutely hilarious and gets me to do the same smelly feet joke about 15 times in a row.

He spent a long time lying down putting his hands in my eyes/up my nose/ round my mouth.

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After soft play we found some escalators and spent about half an hour on those. Sonny loves repeating things over and over again, and still seems to get the same enjoyment from the 100th time as he did the first.

Not so much for me. So I started to pretend I was scared of heights and every time we were going up he had to help me. He did the first time, then found it was way more hilarious to try and push me over the side.

Walking home he kept saying, ‘racing…on your marks, get set, GO!’ He won every time.

Anyway we laughed loads. And looked at our teeth a lot.

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You are SO able!

IMG_4886Haven’t seen Sonny in weeks.
MISS HIM LIKE MAD.

So here are some random ramblings…
Occasionally, Sonny has a meltdown when we are out, only when something is really bad, (like its really crowded, or the pool is shut etc) but when it does happen, and he is crying and screaming and hitting, that is when I really see Sonny’s autism. In every day life when we are mincing around a museum or cutting about a soft play centre, I just see a little boy.

An able, clever, considerate and hilarious little boy. I know he has autism and ADHD and I realise that it is a disability, but first and foremost he is a child. All I see when I am with him is his ability to do new things I couldn’t have imagined he would ever do when I first met him.

He has shown me he can say my name, he can say he is hungry, he can share food, he can show empathy and express love, he has a wicked sense of humour and likes to be tickled. When I met him three years ago he would barely look at me.

I guess it is about what you choose to see in someone. I could choose to see that he can’t yet tie his shoe laces or explain to me why he will try to put a daddy long legs in his mouth but not a piece of apple.

What I am trying to say (very incoherently) is sometimes it seems to me that it is what we choose to see in someone that can define them. If I defined Sonny by all the things he can’t do, it would be that view, that would be disabling him, not his autism.

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If someone defined me by everything that I couldn’t do, or that I have done wrong, then I would be friendless, jobless and homeless probs.

I promise I will never define you by what you cannot do.
I promise I’ll never disable you.
Oh and I promise I’ll never stop loving you!

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Flap Away My Son!

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‘Stimming’ is a term used to describe self-stimulatory behaviours.

Basically it is a repetitive behaviour that feels good.

Children with autism stim in a variety of different ways. It may be rocking, spinning, shaking their head, flapping their hands, repeating a sound or word etc.

For Sonny, he flaps his hands on his head, his leg, my head, my leg, a random chair, a pineapple, anything that is in reach. He loves it. Can’t get enough of it. Click here to see it (quite bad quality though!)

He sometimes stims when he really likes something (watching something on his iPad) but mostly when he is distressed (when I ask him to put his shoes on his own). So I kind of see it as him expressing emotions he can’t articulate through words- loads of happiness and excitement or loads of frustration and anger. It helps him when he is trying to manage his feelings of anxiety, fear or when there is too much sensory input (too hot, too light etc).

Some people think that stimming should be eliminated or modified. I am not those people. I believe that if it doesn’t hurt anyone else or himself he should flap, flap and keep on flapping. If it makes him feel good then I say crack on. Why should he adapt and change who he is just because it might seem a bit odd or different? When we are mincing around London and he flaps he does gets some funny looks (which we both completely ignore) but I never tell him to stop. I did once try and do it with him when he was half way through an intense flapping session just to see what he did. He stopped and looked at me quite disapprovingly, walked away from the crazy lady who looks after him and continued.

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We all have different ways of calming ourselves down to some degree, sometimes without realising we are doing it. People who bite their nails, pace up and down, shake their leg, tap a pencil etc, they are all repetitive behaviours that in some way are calming or soothing. Most of us stim, autistic or not, it is just that some are more accepted by society I guess.

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My stim? I play with my hair all the time. Well, not when I play ping pong. But a lot of the time.